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🍂 HAPPY OCTOBER EVERYONE! 🍂

To kick things off this month on a fun foot, I present the latest muse of Free Sketch Saturdays with my sweetheart Surichi (@suri-chi) and I—

—BEHOLD, the custom free sketches of the rockin' succubus-like lizard lady, Pilori Gallows of Brynhildr (@PiloriG on Twitter/X)! This tattoo-lovin' lady's arrival at the Bismarck's umbrellas could not be a more perfect time to welcome in the season for spookin'!

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[meo-eiru]

Day 5 of Character Trivia Night!

For tonight we have Theo

Theo has a human mother and a cyclops father, though his dad isn't really in the picture as his mom doesn't like to settle down and instead jumps from monster bf to monster bf

Since there aren't any schools for monsters his mom always sent him to human schools, which meant Theo was always around people who did not look like him

His skin is a bit greenish but they usually explain it as a sickness and he always keeps his bangs long to hide his eye, thanks to not having much of a presence as well he was able to go under the radar most of the time

But there was one time in elementary school when he wanted to try playing with the other kids and ended up accidentally showing his eye. His mom quickly moved them to another city and enrolled him into a different school before the news outlets could get their hands on the situation, so by now it's more like a legend of their old town

The experience was quite traumatic for him so now he makes sure to never ever let his eye show in public

Some people who don't know him assumes he's a gamer but he's actually very bad at games

Has no depth perception and wears single lens glasses (glass...?) to make up for it, but they are a bit ugly so he only wears them at home

He actually doesn't have an eyebrow

Due to his quiet and nerdy appearance there are rumors about him being a gamer in class but he's actually really bad at games

That being said he's really into movies, anything sci-fi more specifically. Especially ones about aliens

Maybe because they are often depicted green, or maybe because the focus is on them not being human, but growing up Theo felt a lot of kinship with the aliens he was on the screen and they became a way for him to cope with his own life

He's mostly terrible at cooking but can make fire lasagnas because his mom likes it and it was the one meal she actually taught him

If left alone he would mostly stay alive eating chips and other snacks

He favorite color is green but if he had to choose a second favorite he would say dark purple

The first item of yours he stole borrowed, because of his overflowing love, was the pen you forgot on your desk

Soon he started collecting whatever item he could find of you. Erasers, pencils, napkins, used straws, clothes....

He also likes to take your pictures and hang them on his ceiling and walls, looking at your face as he falls asleep helps him see better dreams

He never intended to make a shrine of you but the items he stole from you and hid in his closet are starting to form the shape of a shrine and he might've added in some fake candle totally not because he wanted to make it more shrine light but because his closet just needed some more light

He's surprisingly good at drawing. He always enjoyed sketching colorful and quirky monster like creatures but lately his notebook has been filled with drawings he made of you. Weirdly enough, unlike everything else he draws, your drawings always look so clean and shiny like he's trying to draw his god

He also likes to write your name over and over again, it helps him calm down when he's too nervous or when his love for you is overflowing and he can't keep it under control

When writing can't cut it anymore he has to lock himself in a quiet bathroom and take care of the trouble under his pants. He wants to have something that belongs to you while doing it and usually even just a pen can do it but if he's lucky he can snatch your used gym clothes without you noticing.... and maybe take them home too if you don't pay attention... and try to spread your smell into his room as much as he can...

He always follows you home to stalk you make sure you're safe so he's familiar with its location and structure

One time he even tried going in thinking no one was home but just when he was walking towards the building he made eye contact with your mom and just ran back before she can say anything

His tear drops are really big, so when he cries it turns into quite a mess. That's why he does his best not to cry but unfortunately he's someone who can cry as easily as a newborn baby

One of his secret fantasies is you catching him while he's stalking you and humiliating him for it. Mostly because he can't think of any other reason for an amazing, incredible and holy person (one might say) like you to approach him

[bunny-heels]

AW2 Spoilers. About Warlin Door and what he means in the story.

gonna start this off by saying; i fully think Door is Saga's dad. and the game gives lots of implications and context for it.

Tim Breaker told Alan he'd been having dreams about Door for years, and even drew a picture of what he looked like. When asked by Alan about being related to Sarah and Deerfest still being a thing, he mentions that she helped him find a case about a man going missing in the 80s who apparently got struck by lightning at Cauldron Lake, who looked just like the sketch that he made of Door.

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When Saga goes to see Odin, there's a paper that talks about the times he's lost his eyes. It mentions that he had it taken out 3 times. It says that the third and last time he had it was in 1988, and that "he who stands on the threshold took it from me".

There's a manuscript that gives the exact details on that very event. Odin and Tor were apparently "facing something even more powerful, something harder to define even." The person they were facing was described as "the dark one who yearned to stand in between, who has always stood in between, who would soon stand in between". It details that the brothers made a deal with this "dark one" to help him, in exchange for him leaving the family alone. The "dark one" makes sure they remember the deal by taking Odin's eye as collateral, and then he leaves in a flash of lightning Odin has been without his eye ever since.

Saga mentions that she never got to know her father, that he died before she could ever remember him, and her mother, Freya, didn't tell her anything. Odin tells her that her mother did the right thing by leaving and taking Saga with her.

Saga asks Tor about him being her grandfather and why they were distant. He apparently wasn't a good father to Freya, which he admits he was wrong to treat her like that. But also mentions that Saga's father was also causing problems for the family.

When Saga asks Tor about her dad, Tor says that "Some doors are better left closed." He explains that her dad was a "complicated bastard" and "always thinking too many steps ahead". He says "there was trouble, and then he was gone.", then says he "didn't handle it well". And that event is what caused Freya to finally separate from the family all together.

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When Alan meets up with Door for the fourth and last time, Door seems upset with him, being genuinely irritated by what he's doing. Alan's confused and doesn't understand why he's suddenly like this. Door says that Alan is lucky to have so many people fighting for him, mentioning his wife. Alan states that he needs to get to Alice because she's in danger. To which Door says;

"She is, because of you. And so is someone important to me, someone you pulled into this. You keep opening doors, peeking in. Reaching through to get what you want, and that puts you in my path."

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When Saga goes into the dark place and finds Tim, he gives her a page that describes how Door travels through it. She profiles Door, trying to figure out who he is. He ends up just saying this;

"A door that stands between two rooms is in both. A door that can lead anywhere is everywhere. That door is the center. He governs the currents of reality."

Saga is confused because of all the powers she's seen recently and doesn't "know who is playing who". She then goes; "Opening too many doors. This isn't important right now, I can look into it later."

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So not only is Saga the granddaughter of the god of lightning and the grandniece of the god of war, she's also the daughter of an entity that can seemingly travel through realities without a problem and can go to any world he chooses. So it's very possible she MIGHT have this power, and that it needs to be unlocked.

This still doesn't really explain why Door seems to have a connection to Tim, why he tried talking to Dylan and telling him about the other worlds, or why he chose to keep Alan entertained from losing his mind in the dark place. There's also nothing to give context as to why Odin and Tor truly didn't like Door, because it can't have just been that they didn't like his powers. Or maybe that was it, Door was so powerful that they knew he would end up hurting Saga, intentionally or not.

It could be that Door is the true owner of the dark place, and that Alan getting mixed up in all this was terrible luck, because it did just end up hurting his daughter, to which he shifts the blame fully to Alan for writing her into the story.

Maybe Door created the dark place originally as some sort of prison for evil entities like Scratch and Baba Yaga and all that stuff, and now it's all back firing because Alan got trapped and had to use real world events to try and escape.

Tor was not kidding when he said the family was fucked up.

[valentineveils]

5, 7, 20, 22, 31, and 39 for odessa? for those rook asks you rbed earlier :)

i need u to kno i did heart hands at my pc screen when i got this LMFAO

5. What was life like for Rook before joining the Veilguard?

odessa's life was kind of . in the shit . considering she flunked her chance at becoming a full-fledged crow that she was banking on [she couldn't let it happen , though . the people were more important . but she does have regrets] , and she was kicked out of the only home she's ever had even if it hurt her more than nurtured her , so she was just kind of coasting . she was by herself which would've also been causing harm to her , as she's never done well all on her lonesome . most of it was disassociation , if you asked her what she was doing , all she'd bring up was varric recruiting her - solely because she cant really remember .

7. Why does Rook agree to join the Veilguard?

for something to give her purpose , and to prove herself . she needed to see for herself that she Can do something , and do it well , without fucking it up . and maybe she was hoping viago would somehow see , and allow her back home . the good thing about joining the veilguard was that she was present , and in the moment , instead of vaguely hovering . we dont talk about how it basically backfired - thats haunting her every step to the point she's refusing to sleep .

20. What’s it like to see them smile? Their laugh?

odessa's smile is cute ; its more of a smirk , a raise of the corner than a smile , but enough that her front teeth show . its something that hasnt really changed since she was little , and her laugh lines are much more noticeable with a smile . she snorts more than she laughs , and its more of a cackle , and its really easy to make her laugh . she loooves jokes , even making her own no matter how terrible they are .

22. Most embarrassing memory as a teenager:

truly she has many to choose from ; most of which were witnessed by viago . one she claims was the most embarrassing was her falling from one of the ziplines into the canal . which was also when viago realized she never learnt how to swim and had to fish her out of there himself . and also when he realized she didnt know how to use the ziplines . that was certainly a time for both of them . and totally not in the presence of many other fledgelings . some that definitely let her forget [they dont let her forget ; heir lets her know shes not the only one who has done it , though]

31. What specialization does Rook pursue? What called them to it?

duelist ! she's been trained more with daggers most of her life , she knows how to dodge , how to avoid , and how to hit Hard . she couldn't see herself being anything but what a crow Should Be . its been ingrained into her . she loves being a duelist , to be honest . is it because she's been read stories abt dashing , mysterious and troubled rogues ? and now she is one ? Maybe So . she will never admit it , though . [yes she will . she has multiple times . shes a bad liar]

39. What is their room at The Lighthouse like?

its very eclectic - which fits her . theres an antivan coffee maker that she bought at the cafe , theres a lute she's trying to remember how to play when she's not so tired , theres sketches of wings on her walls , and a plant in a terrarium on one of her small tables , maybe because she was thinking of lace when she bought it , and how she'd like to grow plants someday . the floor is messy , various articles of belts and holders scattered about . she has a hard time staying in the room , as she doesnt want to sleep , but she tries to spend as much time , so that the fish dont get lonely . shes named them all , too , and gets stressed thinking about how they're fed with glass up to the ceiling and no fish-food designated spot . she thinks solas cruel , for that .

[the-arcana-headcanons]

Heyy!I had a tumblr break cuz uni and work have been eating me alive,so I am currently trying to work out my writer's block.To get in the mood,I would like to ask for your matchmaker abilities and choose smb out of the M6✨️🩷

Welp,I am a queer girl (not good on labels tbh😂),mediterannean skintone,light brown eyes and light brown hair with honey highlights (that's the best description I could give sorry hehe)

Naturally I am an ambivert.When I am in a good mood I can get really social and I love humor in conversations it literally fixes my day.Usually the energetic one in groups in which I feel comfortable but I also value serioussness and deep talks and in one to one relationships.Can yap endlessly about any topic,I think however that for some people,that can be too much.

I have been told to be the therapist friend🤠, however mental health struggles and lupus, my autoimmune disease (invisible illness team yayy) can get the better of me sometimes,so there are moments where I get more introverted and need sometime to cool off from overthinking.I have had huge trouble with social anxiety,but I have learned to deal with it.Its a struggle,but I have made huge progress and I keep trying

I hate arguements and when tensions go high.I believe that if two people really care about eachother,wether that be friends,family,or partners,everything can be solved with civilised dialogue and respect.As you can imagine,conflict is not my strong suit hehe

I study architecture,and for a hobby I do theater classes,and ballet.Home hobbies are sketching, and writing,wether that be fics about my fictional crushes👀👀 or lyrics to help me vocalize my issues.

Rock music is LITERALLY my long lost dream.

That's all,I hope I didn't come off as a narcissistic for writing so much about mee.

WAITING FOR YOUR WISDOM DEAR MATCHMAKER🤌

labels don't matter actually I just use them to know whether to match someone with the boys or the girls or both, but you said M6 so both it is

also don't feel bad for writing so much! the more people write in their requests the more detailed my matchups can be!

anyways, Julian!

Julian prefers to be in smaller groups, really preferably just the two of you, and he loves going back and forth between fun silly conversations and deep serious ones too. Julian would love your yapping, yap away, he's a very good listener. Although he does get a little spaced out sometimes just staring at you and thinking about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is and how he doesn't understand how he deserves you and then he has to awkwardly ask you to repeat yourself. Julian definitely is in need of a therapist friend sometimes but he also would be your biggest supporter when you aren't feeling as well. He'd let you take his bed in Mazlinka's little cabin and he's bring you special medicinal soup and give you lots of space to feel better. Or he'd stay and just cuddle or be there as a comforting presence if you wanted him to. Social anxiety isnt a problem for him, he's mastered the art pretending he's confident, so if you ever shut down socially he can handle it for you. He'd also be so supportive of helping you work on and improve it, it's like acting and he's great at that. He doesn't like conflict either, arguments and tension make him spiral and isolate himself, so he is not one to jump to causing tension. He may have a hard time communicating sometimes but he wants to and he tries to. He'd be so fascinated with your knowledge on architecture, whenever you'd be walking around he'd point out buildings and things and ask what you think about them. He also LOVES that you do theatre, he fucking adores theatre, he would love to take you to shows. He would encourage your sketching writing so much, he'd want to watch if you were okay with it, but he wouldn't mind if you weren't. He'd always be asking to look at your finished works too

[reixtsu]

Reixtsu- Dialogue Prompts Part 1

This is my list of dialogue prompts for any future requests! Feel free to use some of these with credit!

Part 2: here

"Ah. As expected. I don't like your smell. I've always been disgusted by the odor of others. Yet I'm fine with the odor of yours."

"I might as well take you away so that way we can live in comfort."

"But…we're married?" "Not behind closed doors."

"Dumbass. Don't you see that I'm trying?"

"This is real life! You don't get to restart when you make a mistake!"

"Sure sure. I'm assuming blowing up the building was an accident too."

"You have the audacity to wake me up and not actually die."

"That's because of my complete and utter failure of being a well-mannered functioning member of society."

"Looks like I'm going to liar's jail."

"The horny people shouldn't go to jail with other horny people."

"You were just an experiment."

"If you want to see explosions, you're talking to the wrong person."

"Please! I don't have a kid!" "Why would I care if you've reproduced?"

"This is why we can't have nice things."

"I have nightmares all the time, so I stay awake."

"Oh my darling. What a mess you've made out of me."

"I count my gain in blood and pain."

"Nothing was nice, but I lived every minute."

"I accept you and I don't even know your reasons."

"You've gotten yourself into quite the mess. Aren't I enough trouble for you, darling?"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

"I don't know what my plans are, but I'm pretty sure it didn't include a migraine like you."

"Shrouded in mystery and ready to die- I knew we were destined partners."

"You know…that's not what an apology sounds like." "Bite me."

"This is not the time for you to be questioning my career choices."

"Can you not talk about ____ the same way you talk about ____?"

"If you were a pokemon, I'd choose you."

"Is your ego really that big?"

"Add me, subject him, multiply your feeling and divide love."

"You're the only fangirl I'd date."

“The masculine urge to not act past 18.”

“Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

“I wanna be spoiled by an older woman.”

“You’re like snow. Beautiful but cold.”

“He immediately wants to go home.”

“Are you guys in heat or something?”

“What the hell? A slut appeared out of nowhere!”

“Your voice is my favorite sound.”

“That info was hella unnecessary.” 

“I don't feel like associating myself with your cheap drama.”

“He really is the biggest piece of shit there ever was. It turns me on a tad.”

“You must be an expert in geometry, because you've got all the right angles.”

“If you were a structure, you'd be a masterpiece of modern art.”

“Are you a blueprint? Because you've got my plans all laid out.

“I must be a sketch, because I can't seem to erase you from my mind.”

“I'm not a photographer, but I can definitely picture us together.”

“If you were a hypothesis, you'd be the one I'd want to test endlessly.”

“I must be an open book because your intuitive mind seems to read me effortlessly.”

“Are you a puzzle? Because you make my complex thoughts fit together perfectly.”

“If life were a theory, you'd be my favorite variable to explore.”

“In the grand symphony of life, meeting you was the sweetest note.”

“Your love is the poetry my heart has been trying to write.”

“If love were a canvas, every moment with you would be a stroke of pure art.”

“In the dance of time, you are the graceful waltz that makes every step meaningful.”

“You're not just my sunshine; you're the warmth that colors my entire world.”

“Mon amour, tu es la lumière de ma vie. (My love, you are the light of my life.)”

“Dans tes yeux, je trouve le ciel étoilé. (In your eyes, I find the starry sky.)”

“Ton sourire illumine même les jours les plus sombres. (Your smile brightens even the darkest days.)”

“Mon cœur bat au rythme de ta voix. (My heart beats to the rhythm of your voice.)”

“À tes côtés, chaque moment est une éternité. (By your side, every moment is an eternity.)”

“あなたは私の心の花です。 (Anata wa watashi no kokoro no hana desu.) Translation: You are the flower in my heart.”

“あなたと一緒にいると、時間が止まったような気分です。 (Anata to issho ni iru to, jikan ga tomatta youna kibun desu.) Translation: When I'm with you, it feels like time stands still.”

“あなたの微笑みは、私の一日を輝かせます。 (Anata no hohoemi wa, watashi no ichinichi o kagayakasemasu.) Translation: Your smile brightens up my day.”

“あなたと過ごす時間は、宝物のようです。 (Anata to sugosu jikan wa, takaramono no you desu.) Translation: The time spent with you feels like a treasure.”

“あなたの愛が私を幸せにします。 (Anata no ai ga watashi o shiawase ni shimasu.) Translation: Your love makes me happy.”

“有你的陪伴，时间变得如此美好。 (Yǒu nǐ de péibàn, shíjiān biàn dé rúcǐ měihǎo.) Translation: With you by my side, time becomes so beautiful.”

“你的微笑如阳光般温暖。 (Nǐ de wēixiào rú yángguāng bān wēnnuǎn.) Translation: Your smile is as warm as sunshine.”

“和你在一起的时光是我最珍贵的宝藏。 (Hé nǐ zài yīqǐ de shíguāng shì wǒ zuì zhēnguì de bǎozàng.) Translation: The time spent with you is my most precious treasure.”

“If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity of mischief.”

“Is it hot in here, or is that just the effect you have on me?”

“I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you, and I'm one-of-a-kind.”

“Are you a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“If laughter is the best medicine, your smile must be a prescription.”

“Your laughter is like a melody I could listen to all day.”

“There's something about the way you look at me that makes my heart race.”

“BARKBARKBARKBARKAHSJCIKKKAHHHHAHHAMEOWAJCNNABB”  “You need medical attention.”

“Your presence alone is enough to brighten my day.”

“The way you carry yourself is incredibly captivating.”

“I love the way your mind works – it's as intriguing as it is attractive.”

“Your confidence is magnetic; I can't help but be drawn to it.”

“The way you express yourself is a unique kind of beautiful.”

“I find myself smiling whenever I think of you.”

“There's a certain charm in the way you make even ordinary moments extraordinary.”

“Your intelligence is not only impressive but incredibly appealing.”

“I appreciate how you always manage to make the mundane feel extraordinary.”

“Your passion for [insert interest or hobby] is incredibly attractive.”

“I love the way you carry yourself with a perfect blend of confidence and humility.”

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Two Challenges

Narrated by Nikki.

Narrator: I flip open the script at the desk, marking out Jenny’s lines with stars as I read.

Choose “What kind of character is she?”

You: What kind of character is she?

Narrator: A young princess.

Choose “Does she live in a castle?”

You: Is she an extravagantly-clad princess who lives in a castle?

Narrator: Doesn’t look like it.

Narrator: Jenny is a princess who loves adventures. She embarks on several dangerous tasks in the play.

Narrator: I take out my sketchbook and try to jot down my fragmented ideas.

Nikki: White is a good color for showing the princess’ innocence, while bright colors accentuate her adventurous spirit.

Choose either “Red should be a good choice” or “Black creates a great contrast.”

If “red,” ...

You: Red should be a good choice.

Nikki: I agree! Red is a symbol of passion and courage. It’s also a classic combo with white.

If “black,” ...

You: Back could create a great contrast.

Nikki: It’s a bold choice for sure. Maybe some parts in the latter half would require some black.

--

Narrator: I dip my brush in red paint and color in the hem of the dress.

Nikki: Hmm... a puffy dress would be hard to move in. The princess would need a sleeker design.

Narrator: Wielding both pencil and eraser I tweak my design until it looks easy to move around in.

Nikki: Whew, almost done!

Narrator: I end up with a sketch of a red-and-white dress. Jenny’s actress will look like a blooming flower twirling in it.

Nikki: I hope the troupe members will see what I’m trying to convey.

Narrator: I bring the sketch to Edmond the next day and explain my ideas to him. Even put up an impromptu performance.

Narrator: Edmond listens attentively and studies my sketch a bit. His mustache raises in amusement.

Edmond: Excellent design. I’ve decided that you may join us... as the actor of Jenny.

Nikki: Yay! ...What, what?

Narrator: I’ll be playing Jenny?

Choose either “You’ll play Jenny” or “You should’ve known.”

If “play,” ...

You: Yes. You’ll be playing Jenny.

Narrator: But I thought volunteers would only be in charge of costume design and set work...

If “known,” ...

You: You should’ve expected this, right?

Narrator: Yeah, I guess. A lot of theater actors double as costume designers, too.

--

Narrator: No wonder Lolory said “Looking forward to seeing you on the stage.”

Edmond: What do you say? We’re very eager to have you as one of us.

Nikki: Thank you for placing your trust in me. I’ll do my best and practice hard.

Narrator: Things, of course, don’t go that smoothly. I devour the script and memorize the lines, but the acting part...

Narrator: I just can’t convey my character’s emotions properly. Seeing my agitation, Momo tries to comfort me.

Momo: Don’t be so upset! You’re challenging yourself with something new. Of course you’ll face a few setbacks.

Momo: I heard backstage that Yexiao’s working as a designer for the play, too, and she’s not doing that great either.

Nikki: Yexiao’s style is pretty different from the troupe’s. She must be challenging herself with a new direction in her designs.

Momo: You’re working as hard as she is. Besides, you have me! I know a way to help you to train better.

Momo: You’ve been reciting your lines to a lifeless lamb plushy.

Momo: If you practice with me instead, you’ll be more in tune with your emotions!

Nikki: Practice with you? Can you handle that?

Momo: Of course! I’ve watched tons of dramas.

Narrator: All Momo ever watches is soap operas. Still, as worried as I am, I fill him in on the plot.

Momo: There’s no need! I’ve been watching you practice for a while and already know the story!

Narrator: We bring Momo to the rehearsal site the next day and explain the situation to the actors.

Nikki: I have trouble getting into my role, so I asked Momo to help me practice. Is that okay?

Actor A: Sure. Getting into a role is never easy, and you’re still new to the scene. It’s good to practice with someone familiar.

Actor B: Yeah! I’m so jealous of you for having such a cute practice partner. My only partner is myself!

Actor C: In fact, if it works out well, we might invite Momo to perform in the play, too!

Narrator: Everyone is very understanding, and Momo ends up taking over the role as my “lamb.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[rhynerd]

Y'know what, I'm gonna try to answer all of these myself for one of my own OC's who I've only got a few notes, this sketch (and another page of sketches I'm still working on but I don't have a picture of that), and a lot of brain time for:

🍇: Going off the meme, the Fighter. Otherwise, she's not often the one to initiate activities (unless her friends are also coworkers) but she'll be encouraging them and helping plan them.

🍉: Jewellery? no. She tends to forgo that stuff outside of special occasions. Although she does always wear a rather nice neck scarf.

🍋: There was somebody she was close to, probably even loved. She never knew how much trouble they were win until she found them dead.

🍍: In one of two places: Somewhere that's hers and would require a small explosive to break into, or somewhere personal to someone who trusts her dearly.

🍎: She has her father's eyes and her mother's curly hair.

🍑: Someone kind, compassionate, and good at seeing the nice things about this world. Although it'd probably be smart if she was somebody who could look out for herself.

🍒: There was probably some guy in high school she dated for a bit. He was probably the last guy she ever kissed.

🍓: Likes caramel and a fair sum of floral scents, and saltwater is probably about as pleasant as a week-old unclean ashtray to her.

🍆: Oh, she's a cuddler.

🌽: She doesn't mind a bit of flirting and other minor acts, and the cuddling's already been mentioned for more invested affairs, but the biggest sign of love is being able to trust her with something you'd demand most other folks take to their grave, and not for any business reason.

🍰: If you got what it takes to make it far in the world of business then you probably don't wanna be in her line of sight.

🎂: Lot of folks tend to mistake her for either a modern day femme fatale or a cheap punk. They're always surprised by how caring and generous she can be. That, or they notice something's off about her in a way like "when was the last time this gal took a breath?"

🍪: Her original jacket was. Unfortunately it was destroyed but she keeps a copy or two to preserve the memories tied to the original.

🍩: I suppose on average she'd violate laws against donating to pan-handlers more often than the rest, but she is ostensibly a mercenary so chances are she's better remembered by law forces for more violent crimes.

🍫: I imagine she'd have a desk or table she'd stand around like she's plotting a heist when she needs to think.

🍾: She's become open to believing a lot of things, luck included. Thing is, she's not a strong believer in luck being something easily shifted by rituals.

🍷: She doesn't like drinks that need to be shaken up first and never likes it when somebody pops open a wrapper.

🍹: I imagine there could be two. The first involved a car chase. The second was at a carnival or state fair.

🍻: If it's just one of those days, perhaps she'll just try (with a heavy emphasis on try nowadays) to get some sleep. If not, one things she likes to do to let off steam is grabbing a friend, some caramel-filled chocolates, and watching a dumb movie that she can crack jokes about with the friend. Then again, that's if the day was just a lot. Sometimes a day goes bad in a way that the only way to get back to normal find something okay to destroy and ruin it.

🥃: I think she'd probably be a fan of Katie Gately. Might also like the Garages and Pussy Riot too, but she prefers more hard noise in her music (and chances are I'll need to find a band with harder noise to change this answer too). It's hard for her to choose a favorite book or show.

🍕: If possible: hang out with friends. If not, then she'll probably just go somewhere to kill time or read a book.

🍔: I don't think I have enough knowledge of recent trends to give a good answer to this.

🍟: Admitted: Trashy romance novels in a language she's trying to learn/keep in practice. She does have a worry that her real guilty pleasure is a penchant for violence. Fortunately, I think her real guilty pleasure lies in pranking people with minor scares.

Odd OC ASKS

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

🍾: Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

[wabart]

Would you ever do a tutorial on how to draw tit so well? you are a titmancer!

Thank you! 🧙‍♂️

getting used to the Shapes of masculine chest/arms/etc takes some time but tbqh it is sort of just rectangle with more chunks

sketch the body

hes a quick how-to for the front angle and how i sketch the pecs

and then I put together a colour palette: i believe skin tones are not just a "base" and then the "darker shadowy colour" and then the "highlight colour"; it is made of so many blue-green-purpley-yellow-orange tones you wouldn't think to include, and all of those together are what creates the illusion of one solid skin tone. Study from real life and use photo references as much as you need. Challenge yourself and get lots of practice! I make a palette from photos when i want to make sure I'm accurate. Here's an example:

In this, there's light, saturated tones and desaturated colourful ones in deep purples. I tried to get as many different-looking swatches as possible; when I paint, these will blend together and create hundreds of more colours on the canvas. Try to not over-swatch or you'll be sitting there for ages and be focused on perfection.

here, I'm getting the general shapes of shadows. In most real-life situations, shadows are not pure black, and highlights are not pure white. Of course, that isn't always true!

I'm not working from a photo reference in this because I am very very very very used to painting boobie but i REALLY recommend using one until you could do it blindfolded. I use references ALL the time, for colour and shape and lighting and angles I have trouble with. There is absolutely no shame in it; you are creating a strong foundation to draw from :)

I'm making it very stark so it's easy to see: the top "square" of both pecs is more shaded where it meets the collarbone. Notice how these bits of shadow don't touch; there's a highlight separating them. This creates the illusion of depth! Shading the body is all about shading the simple shapes plopped on top of eachother :)

I added purple to the underarms area; I find that adding a saturated colour fools the eye to think the shadows are more intense without needing to dip into a dark, instense palette. I blended out the colours on the pec to make them less stark: see how the general shape of shading versus shadow is the same on the left and right, but the left is more gentle. A lot of my technique is memorising What Stuff Goes Where; for example, the little triangle directly under the collarbone where it meets the shoulder. The collarbone itself is a strip of highlight, with that darker triangle directly underneath. This makes a HUGE!!! difference in how you perceive the shape.

As a general rule (with basic, diffuse lighting on the subject) I will do a strip of shadow along the bottom of the pec (ending a little above where the nip is at; this depends on how big the pec is. Someone with a smaller one will have a taller shadow!!) and then it is IMMEDIATELY a highlight in a kind of "U" shape. A lot of the form comes from choosing to blend slowly between dark and light versus putting darkness and lightness side-by-side. Practice and study photos and you will see what I mean, I promise!!

And there you have it!! The pec is just one part but it can really level up your apparent skill when you know how to draw or paint one to your standards. :)

Another quick tip: these general rules also apply to breasts, though the shadow at the top near the collarbone is far more gentle; that sharp shadow implies firmness and flatness.

And: when more at an angle, you can draw pecs quickly by doing this:

"the closer tit is dark around the edges" up beside "the right tit is highlighted on the edge"; the contrast between dark and light implies the two side by side :)

See, even without lineart, it implies Mounds:

I hope this is helpful!!!

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a pre-death Kyle Spencer x Gn!reader?

Something along the lines of the reader being forced to go to a party with their friends and being obviously uncomfortable so Kyle comes over to talk to them and hopefully make them more comfortable but they keep blowing him off (in like an anxious way) and he just keeps persisting until they finally get comfortable enough to talk to him. Then something happens between reader’s friends and the rest of Kyle’s frat boys (like an argument or something) which makes reader kinda shut down so Kyle brings them outside and helps them and eventually asks them for their number or something?

I’m sorry that was so all over the place, my brain can’t have a single thought at a single point of time LMAO. Thank you in advanced for even just reading this and a bigger thank you if you decide to try it! <3

warning: language uhh party stuff like drinking or whatever. i don’t know. does anyone actually read these

note: hehe i took my sweet time writing this hehehe. also this sucks

“i didn’t say it wouldn’t be fun, i just said i didn’t want to go,” y/n snaps from the backseat. hazy yellow lights from december-like decorated houses whirr past the window their head rests on and the others occupying the car are getting on her last nerve, quite frankly.

some enjoy living a wild life, or at the very least a life of excitement, and that’s perfectly fine. it’s the way y/n’s friends choose to live their own lives, and as adults, y/n respects that. they just don’t understand why their dumbass friends need to rope y/n into it all.

tonight, the culprit is violette, a young woman not notorious for living a party-filled lifestyle, but quite prone to speaking her own mind, which gets her lots of attention, and in that, invited to crazy parties like the one y/n is currently being dragged to, but it can get her into trouble quite often. too often, in y/n’s opinion, but that’s violette’s problem, not their’s.

“do you ever want to go?” violette drags out their annoyance verbally, and if y/n’s arms were longer, they’d reach up front and smack her, but lucky for violette, she was the one driving, and y/n knew better than to cause a car accident. it would prevent them from going to the party though…

shaking the thought from their troubled head like an etch a sketch, y/n finds the words to clap back. “no! how many times do i have to make that clear! i hate parties!”

violette sighs. “then why did you agree to come over when i said we were getting ready?”

“i thought we were just gonna play dress up…” y/n trails off, trying not to cringe at their own words, something they do too often. sometimes it’s better to just shut up and let them have it.

“what are you, 10?” y/n’s mouth opens to speak but violette won’t allow it. “who cares. anyway, we’re here now. you can stay in the car like a freak or you can come socialize like a normal adult. your choice. but you can’t leave because i’m getting shitfaced tonight.”

the door slams behind violette as she skips off to the party and now y/n sighs, feeling like it’s all they ever do these days. y/n hates parties, but they do love violette, and ditching them alone at a party would be a trashy friend move, right?

right! so with that, y/n gets out of the car, feeling renewed in their sense of meaning at this event. they’re not here to mingle, to get drunk, anything stupid like that, they’re just here to watch their friend. that sounds perfect.

kicking rocks across the paved walkway up to the door, y/n approaches the big wooden slab tastelessly left open, like a big neon sign saying ‘come on in!’

something about that calms their nerves just the tiniest bit, knowing that anyone is welcome here, and with that, they open the door, mentally screaming in relief when no heads turn once they enter, no record scratch or loud gasp.

still, they don’t feel at home, but it’s a good start. they hope they can stay undetected like this forever, just a minor background character in everyone’s narrative.

scanning the room, they find an empty lounge chair in a mostly empty room, a few stragglers leaning against a wall, red solo cup in hand but ultimately talking amongst themselves, making it a perfect place for y/n to sit and look at their phone for a good long while.

but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. unbeknownst to y/n, their mousy entrance did not go completely unnoticed. the moment they stepped foot through the door, they caught the eye of a a young blond man, surrounded by his pack of likewise young men, all identical in breed and morals, at least in y/n’s opinion, who crowded around him in conversation so densely he nearly lost sight of the attractive individual making their way to the living room.

it wasn’t until he broke free from his hoard of young men did he catch sight of them once again, sinking into a chair, his favorite chair, as this was his frat house/residence. he soon decided this will be his talking point.

“great chair, huh?” he sneaks up behind them like a creep and watches them jolt in surprise, turning around slowly like a character in a horror movie about to get murdered, and sends him a nod paired with a tight lipped smile.

expecting them to have actually responded, kyle takes a moment to himself to recollect himself, finding another approach quickly enough before it’s too weird how long he’s been standing behind them, staring at the back of their head.

“so, you come here often?” kyle pressures on them to talk, wondering if their voice is as lovely as they look. he knows it’s a stupid question, as he lives here and he’s never seen them before, but he doesn’t care at all.

“no, first time,” their hands wring together behind their phone, picking at their pop socket and kyle perceives this as just a simple gesture of boredom, which is something kyle can easily fix for them.

taking a leap of faith, he perches himself on the arm of the chair. y/n leans ever so slightly into the other arm, away from him so they can keep a closer eye on him to make sure he’s not up to something, which he seems as if he may be.

“cool, really cool. you drinking anything tonight? anything i can getcha?” once he’s in host mode, y/n relaxes just the slightest in the knowledge that they just need to shoot him down and he’ll leave them alone soon.

“no, i’m driving,” they nod their head in an attempt to convince him they were alright and he could leave now, but he didn’t.

“oh, you’re here with somebody? who are you here with?”

again, their hands go to the pop socket on the back of their phone, popping out, popping in, out, in, rapid fire. their gaze steadies into the other room, onto violette, who’s playing beer pong with a few frat guys who’s names y/n never bothered to learn, not that they needed to know them anyways.

kyle follows their line of vision, landing on violette. “you’re here with little miss crazy? how’s a person like you become friends with a girl like her?”

y/n’s not sure what this guy’s deal is but he just will not leave and do anything else. it’s not that he’s annoying, or that he’s unattractive, because that’s actually far from the truth, but y/n didn’t anticipate meeting someone new tonight, they need at least a week to prepare before having brand new interactions with a stranger like this, it’s just what introverts do.

“i don’t know, she’s just my friend,” not once in this entire conversation does y/n fully meet kyle’s eyes with their own and somehow he doesn’t realize it at all, but he doesn’t need to when a loud commotion begins in the other room.

“get the fuck out of here, you bitch!” a man, one of kyle’s boys, yells at someone who y/n can only assume to be violette, and their suspicions are confirmed when they hear violette screaming back.

“why? because you don’t want your besties to know how rapey you are?” violette’s voice echoes through the entire house and everyone’s attention is unintentionally drawn to the fight slowly accumulating.

“is this not concerning to you?” y/n finally shows genuine interest in speaking to kyle, it’s a shame that it’s paired with a look of worry written on their face. their breathing is picking up rapidly and their body starts to shake.

“this whole thing? it happens twice a week. we don’t call her little miss crazy for nothing, always coming in here, stirring up something big, we just let her, it’s good entertainment,” kyle shamelessly smiles at his own words as he stares at the theatrical argument unfolding, but when he turns back to look at the person who’s name he never caught, they’re gone. one quick slam of the front door informs him where they went.

he bounds through the door, head whipping back and forth until he spots them on the pavement, leaned up against the back of a car, head in their hands. confused, he approaches with care.

“hey, you alright? what happened in there?”

their breathing is still labored and quick, like they’re hyperventilating and kyle doesn’t really know what to do other than take a slow seat beside them, back leaned against the car he hopes is theirs and not some random person’s.

still, he’s not sure on what to do, but he wraps a careful arm around their shoulders, weary not to seem too creepy by this action, and he gently rubs his hand up and down their shoulder.

it takes a few minutes of deafening silence for y/n to calm down and fully recover, but once they do, kyle has no idea what to say, so they realize they will have to break the silence.

“i’m sorry, i just really can’t handle fights like that,” y/n doesn’t move from next to him, in fact, they stay frozen in place in hopes kyle doesn’t want to move, either.

“it’s okay, they aren’t for everyone.”

when neither of them know what to say after, kyle changes the subject. “i’m kyle by the way.”

the moon is out tonight, it’s shining brighter than usual, and y/n can’t remember if it’s a waning or waxing gibbous, or what gibbous even means, but it sure is beautiful.

“so, now’s the part where you tell me your name.”

“oh, right. it’s y/n,” they grin. kyle smiles back.

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n, is this okay?” y/n’s eyes narrow in confusion until they realize he’s referring to his arm, still layed upon their shoulders.

“yeah, it’s fine,” they try their hardest not to stutter their words and sound stupid but it comes out that way, anyway. who cares?

“well, you really need to learn to let loose if you’re gonna be going to parties and all that. maybe i could help you out a little.” kyle stands up, pivoting back to face them and outstretching his hands for them to grab. he hoists them off the concrete.

“oh really?” they sound condescending but they mean it genuinely, what could he have to offer?

“really. one condition though,” one pointed look to them and they can’t help but laugh a little just at his ridiculous aura.

“what’s that?”

“that you give me your number.”

[theviscountessbridgertonn]

I NEED a book series about the next generation Bridgertons growing up , like imagine:

• Anthony, Benedict and Colin literally losing their minds over finding their daughters the perfect match, if you thought they was protective over their sisters imagine how they would be over their daughters/nieces

• Uncle Benedict and Auntie Sophie being the favourite family members to stay with - you get very spoiled

•Every niece wants a husband that looks at them the way Uncle Colin looks at Aunt Penelope

• Aunt Eloise is always at your service when you want to prank your parents/siblings/cousins

•As the nephews got older they liked to go to Uncle Michael for womanly advice

•Uncle Anthony is the first person to go to when is trouble, that man can fix anything

•Aunt Daphne and Uncle Simon throw the best parties every year, it’s the favourtie social event of the season

•You never mess with Aunt Hyacinth, she can freeze you with a glare

•Aunt Francesca is the best at giving advice, she always keeps a level head and always keeps your secrets

•The entire family gathers together at Aubrey Hall for Christmas and a few summer games of Pall Mall. Everyone is scared of Aunt Kate during the game- she’s very competitive (especially if Uncle Anthony is playing)

•Uncle Colin likes to turn up just before it’s bedtime, get the children excited with sweets, create noise, a huge mess and then leaves with a mischevious grin at his siblings

• Grandma Violet spends an equal amount of time at the homes of each child and their family- she’s never ever lonely

•The children love it when Aunt Francesca and Uncle Michael visit- they always bring Scottish sweeties and biscuits

• Although Uncle Philip is quiet- he knows everything that’s going on in the family, he’s a good listener

• There’s a competition between Uncle Gregory and Uncle Gareth of who can think of the naughtiest joke (But Aunt Eloise eventually won)

•Aunt Kate’s dog Newton is treated with supreme respect- he’s the goodest of good boys after all

•Uncle Colin will only share his biscuits if you can successfully tackle them from him

• One of the nieces found a box full of Lady Whistledowns, sharing them with her cousins they loved listening to their families love stories- none of them could quite believe it when they discovered Whistledown was Aunt Penelope!!

•Although Oliver and Amanda aren’t blood related- none of the cousins ever treat them with anything less then love and affection

• The nephews (and some nieces) were taught how to shoot by Aunt Eloise, something the Bridgerton brothers refuse to discuss

• Uncle Simon will always help his nephews make up an excuse to leave a party - he remembers how scary those mamas on the prowl for a son in law can be

• It’s every man for himself when trying to choose a Pall Mall mallet- everyone’s after the Mallet of Death

•It’s not considered a successful family game of charades if there hasn’t been a massive argument, followed by someone storming out the room

• Aunt Daphne is always overly affectionate, but all the cousins secretly love the attention she gives

•You can turn up to any of your Auntie/Uncles house with no notice at any time of the day or night and always be welcome to stay for however long you want

• Uncle Benedict burst out crying when he sees one of his nieces sketches of him with ‘the best uncle’ scribbled at the top. He tells anyone who will listen that she will have work in the National Gallery

• Nothing better then Christmas at Aubrey Hall, it’s a very noisy dinner but the entire family gather outside for a snow ball fight

•It’s not uncommon to catch a tear in Grandma Violets eye, she will alway say nothing is wrong but really she is wishing Edmund was there to see how happy her children and grandchildren are

[ryosmne]

Special piece.

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x f!reader

I just had random thoughts about Sukuna, I mean the usual so here's this hope you enjoy reading. Also this is based on my Tattoo artist! Sukuna series here's the masterlist for that.

Warnings: Language, usage of the word babe that's all.

Consultations were always Sukuna's least favourite part of his job. Not only because some people took long to voice their ideas, but because some are way too indecisive, they either want too many things packed in a tattoo or they hover all over the place trying to chose from roses to skulls. Boring.

The girl that walked in five minutes ago was no different and even though she hadn't even been in his shop for that long she was already getting on his nerves not being able to choose a design for him to draw so he could get this over with, and much to Sukuna's dismay she also had a friend with her that stirred her away every time she came close to making a final decision.

Nanami had told him that she already had a very specific design in mind otherwise Sukuna wouldn't be wasting his time and maybe the fact that he woke up next to y/n again helped him enough not to give the girls his usual pissy attitude.

"How about a micro tattoo? It would look so good on you." The girls friend chirped up making Sukuna's eye twitch.

"I won't do that, pick something else, if you're having trouble I can just give you a flash book with my work and we can tweak something to make it different." Sukuna offered, his tone was very much bored and indifferent, all he wanted was for this to be over with.

"Yeah that would be nice." The girl infront of him said. She was around his age, early to mid twenties and by the looks of it she had lots of work done, her right arm was covered and she wanted to start her left too.

Sukuna momentarily left his booth to fetch the flash book from the reception and he was already planning to charge the girl, whose name he didn't really care to remember, extra just for annoying him.

Walking back to his booth, he found both girls staring at the pictures he had framed on his wall, specifically y/n's original sketch of the shrine she wanted. Sukuna still called her lines crooked all the time, especially when y/n and him eat lunch in his booth. The picture next to it was one of y/n's arm, by now not only the shrine and the fox covered it but lots more of his designs.

Y/n had always told him with a chuckle that having a picture of her arm was creepy, but Sukuna always justified it saying that it inspires him and he has a picture of them together on his desk cause he knows she's a bit on the shier side. Not to mention Gojo would give them hell had he seen that picture of them together hanging on the wall and both y/n and Sukuna didn't want to deal with him.

"That one, I want that one."

The girl confidently spoke and Sukuna's gears had already been grinding for a while.

"Not that one, here pick something else." He simply said, with a slightly more intimidating tone as he handed her the flash book.

"But I want that one, why can't I have it?"

Whining was his the worst thing to Sukuna pair it with an entitled costumer and you can see smoke coming out his ears.

"That was a piece for someone special, you can't have it, either pick something else or leave."

Y/n once again came through Domains front door, Nanami greeted her at the reception and as usual everyone was working since there was lots of buzzing in the shop.

"Hey Kento, I brought takeout for everyone, hope you guys like Thai food." She said with a smile, dropping the bags at the reception counter. "You shouldn't have y/n we could've ordered something in." Nanami was his usual self talking about paying her back and y/n only laughed.

"Oh come on, I wanted to, everyone's still working?"

"Yeah, everyone's tattooing, Sukuna's doing a consultation and it's not going that we-"

Before Nanami could finish his sentence some girls voice was heard saying

"Aren't you a tattoo artist? You're supposed to do what I ask you to."

And there was Sukuna, he had came out front having decided that even the extra charging he planned to do wouldn't help him deal with that headache of a client. His face said it all and y/n could tell he was done with whoever pressed him.

The two girls came to y/n's field of view and she was now wondering what they asked for that Sukuna was so pissed. She just gave him a smile telling him to hang in there in her own way and Sukuna's whole face lit up just by her presence.

"Just why won't you do it? That's the one I wanted." Ah, why must his moment be ruined that rudely.

"I already told you, now, out." His voice was as stern as ever, y/n didn't interfere, that was his business he can run it however he pleases.

The two girls let out an annoyed huff before one of them turned their attention to y/n

"Just go somewhere else, this guy won't do what you'd want anyway."

"Oh I'll do whatever she asks of me, now get the fuck out of here."

Finally some piece, just as the door closed, Nanami begun to laugh under his breath having heard all the commotion from before.

Sukuna took y/n under his arm giving her a quick kiss, his expression that previously looked like he would blow up any second, softened to a half smile his now lazy half lidded eyes that settled on y/n's face.

"How's your day dollface?"

"Pretty good, hopefully about to be better, how's yours?" That smile of hers never failed to make his insides melt away.

"Pretty shitty, untill you showed up."

Who knew that anyone could get Sukuna this warm and cuddly? Well if you asked his co workers they would've told you that there's no way in hell anyone can make Sukuna mellow with their presence, but y/n was probably the exception that justifies the rule.

"Babe, did you also get these red velvet cupcakes from the bakery downtown?"

Sukuna asked, eyes lit like a kid on Christmas.

"Have I ever forgotten? I got you the ones with the pink frosting you were eyeing too."

Y/n said her smile matching Sukuna's and her heart hummering like it always did when he smiled, that was the least she could do for all the perfect dates he's taken her and all the perfect food he's cooked for her not to mention the gorgeous work that he put on her body, his ink by now creeped up her shoulder.

"That's my girl!"

Sukuna said with a proud tone as his arm pulled her closer to his side.

"So, what did she ask for?"

Y/n pressed not having a clue what could've gotten him so riled up, but he just hummed and took another bite of his cupcake, like he always did after a meal.

"Was it watercolour?"

Sukuna shook his head no, making y/n more curious.

"Micro tattoo?"

Again same answer.

"Then how bad of an idea could it be?"

Y/n asked, her voice was playful as she genuinely wondered if someone asked for Jimmy neutron's head merged with a tiger again.

"She asked for your shrine, I'd never give someone your shitty lines." Sukuna answered half laughing, and y/n did too, that running joke always found its way back.

But y/n knew Sukuna considered all of the tattoos he'd given her one of a kind and an extension of herself, he wasn't about to hand what's hers to someone else no matter how much tweaking he did, these pieces were y/n's and y/n's only.

Bonus Domain shenanigans:

"Y/n brought food? I heard something about cupcakes too." Gojo spoke suspiciously looking at his co-workers. They all ate with y/n about an hour ago but he was too busy finishing up a piece of his, full colour new school takes time.

Sukuna warned them that if they told Gojo about the cupcakes, he would either fire them or tattoo them a stupid design he thought of. The second option sounded terrifying, so after exchanging a few looks Geto was the one to speak up.

"No man, she did bring Thai thought, maybe you misheared, here I left yours on Nanami's desk." The calmness in Geto's voice always helped him seem like he could never lie, making him the best to handle a very nosey Gojo.

All was good, Gojo didn't ask again and was stuffing his face with the food y/n brought, Sukuna should thank her for making his mouthy friend zip it for more than a minute.

That was untill..

"Y/N TOLD ME SHE BROUGHT RED VELVET CUPCAKES."

Yuuji bursting through the front door ruined everything.

"You liars"

Gojo said before racing to the fridge they kept sodas with Yuuji in toe.

"You lay a finger on MY cupcakes, I'll gut you both."

[itsevanffs]

Hihi!! I've been hyperfixating on tommary lately and I absolutely loved (In the dark!)! I wanted to see if u have any tommary/harrymort fics that u recommend.. preferably ones that feature a possessive Tom ^^ ty in advance

I guess this would be the right time to publicly declare my bookmarks as open? Everything on there is a hard rec, and I vigorously quality-check those... for my liking and my liking only. (Sorry, not sorry. They're there for me, after all.)

That being said, hmm. I've got a few you might like.

Below the cut: more (additionally to my bookmarks) Tomarrymort (Tomarry or Harrymort) recommendations with possessive/obsessive Tom in alphabetical order; NOT order of how much I enjoy them. I'd argue I enjoy them all equally, just in different ways.

Ps: thank you! I'm incredibly flattered you liked my work :D

and don't let the police know anything by littlecupkate https://archiveofourown.org/works/24920947

Ted Dirlod is dangerous, Harry Potter knows this for a fact, but the man was still his only hope at escaping a doomed fate. It is never wise to blackmail a crime lord. It is even more unwise(?) when said crime lord is obsessed with you. An expanded version of "praying to whatever's in heaven, please send me a felon"

Genuinely lovely? Ticks all my boxes, at least, and minimal angst, which is always a plus. That being said, you should probably read the work mentioned in the summary as well for context. But hey. Two cakes by one person ;) Can never go wrong, can it?

As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/6015619

Tom was Harry's best friend growing up and his first love. At eight, Harry gave Tom his first kiss before moving away. As a freshman in college, the name of the RA on the door across the hall is terribly familiar.

Also absolutely deliciously indulgent. Tom is a possessive terror and Harry loves him for it. Need I say more?

Harry Potter and the Search for Ancient Magic (series) by Snickerdoodlepop https://archiveofourown.org/series/1133141

Once Voldemort realizes that Harry Potter is his horcrux, his plans change drastically. So does Draco Malfoy's assignment for the school year. Harry's sixth year starts going very differently. Snape is on a mission. Harry needs to learn pureblood politics. Draco Malfoy is trying to convince Harry to forgive him. Voldemort finds himself visiting Harry Potter in his dreams. Everyone is realizing that no one is quite what they thought. And through it all, there's a mystery. What is Ancient Magic? Can Harry use it to save himself or will it pull him toward the dark side?

Honestly, genuinely, hands down the best fucking tomarrymort series I've ever read. Hard, hard rec from here. The first work is completed and the second is in progress, so it's a nice pile of words to chew through!

can't commit to anything but a crime by caelesti https://archiveofourown.org/works/27286483

Excitement is the word he does not dare utter, even in the privacy of his own mind. It’s wrong, he knows. These women are people, in their own right; people with fears and aspirations, with friends and families and dreams, and to have anything cut those lives short is nothing but tragic. To have anyone cut those lives short is nothing but condemnable. He doesn’t have James Potter’s laugh lines, but he does have his father’s innate flair for danger. He doesn’t have Lily Potter’s enthusiasm, but he does have her insatiable curiosity. (In every world, Harry will excel at finding the biggest spot of trouble available and sticking his nose in it.)

Hot serial killer serial killer hot. That's it, those are the thoughts. Please read.

Dripping Fingers by May_May_0_0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25440826

When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork. _________________ Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.

Okay so if I'm the reincarnation of Shakespeare, May_May_0_0 is fucking... Ted Hughes. Which doesn't say much to your average viewer but that man wrote my favourite poem ever (the one I based my war fic off) and I hold him in very high regard. This story? It is poetry in its rawest form. Pure, condensed beauty. If you decide to read only one of the fics in this list, please choose this one.

Either must die at the hand of the other by Metalomagnetic https://archiveofourown.org/works/29356095

Voldemort survives the Battle of Hogwarts because Harry Potter had not been the one to kill him, as the prophecy demands.

When is Metalomagnetic not a master of words? When will I cease becoming breathless at every paragraph, at every cleverly twisted word that comes back and reveals itself so beautifully later?

Fine Line by galaxiesundone https://archiveofourown.org/works/26949952

Magic always leaves traces. The lingering darkness of Sectumsempra, combined with Harry’s nature as a horcrux, awakens the soul piece contained within Ravenclaw’s diadem. At twenty years old, Tom Riddle walks a fine line between man and monster, the devil and the light-bringer in one. His influence forces Harry to face an ancient enemy unlike anything he has faced before: temptation.

Long story short: Tom Riddle is Hot and Good At Being Hot and Harry truly doesn't stand a chance and I am here for it. Lord help me I love this fic to pieces.

Good Intentions by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/7035334

Five year old Harry Potter meets and befriends a seventeen year old Tom Riddle while hanging out at his dad’s station. James Potter decides to take Tom under his wing, using Tom’s connection with Harry to try and keep the teen grounded, even as he begins to investigate the Death Eaters, a dangerous organized crime group and their mysterious leader only known as Lord Voldemort.

The sheer potential of this fic. The horrible, terrible dread of future events that have yet to be revealed. I will cry.

Honey, Smoke, Shiver by machiavelli https://archiveofourown.org/works/16068062

Harry - Omega, only son of Lord Potter - is nothing more than a useful playing card in a political game of power and money, one that is bought by the famed Tom Riddle: powerful, dangerous, pureblood Alpha. Unsurprisingly, Harry loves being underestimated.

Machiavelli is always a rec from me. Sorry lads but that's the way it is. Never a moment where I won't recommend their stuff.

Sickly-Sweet Obsession by maquira https://archiveofourown.org/works/18259103

Quiet, studious Tom Riddle spends his first year thirsting after an older student—Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter. His crush is common knowledge, and even Harry finds it cute… at first. Possessiveness spawns monstrosities. Tom does all within his power to mess with Harry’s dating life. And one seemingly harmless crush spirals into something darker, begetting deadly consequences.

Again; the potential. Delicious. This will bloom into something beautifully twisted, I'm sure of it.

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Audair https://archiveofourown.org/works/27745546

Riddle’s undivided attention snapped to him with the swiftness of shattering glass. His turbulent magic receded from where it had besieged the shop. "You,” he breathed. Coiling in leisurely motions, the eager tendrils of his magic reached for Harry, swathing about his limbs and neck and chest with a liquid, flowing fascination. "I’ve been looking for you,” Riddle continued, tilting his head to the side and sweeping his gaze over Harry. It was an appraisal that felt simultaneously like the raking of iron nails and the tender drapery of silk. It was so familiar, and yet… so foreign. In the winding streets of Knockturn Alley, an intricate dance of mutual obsession unravels between twenty-three-year-old Tom Riddle and a time-travelling Harry Potter.

This work has recently been undergoing a rewrite, and I can tell you with certainty it's only gotten better for it. It's beautiful; the setting, the atmosphere, the vibes... Perfection. Captures Knockturn Alley's mood impeccably and does not disappoint a single moment.

the pleasure, the privilege by asterisms https://archiveofourown.org/works/21227528

It begins with Vernon Dursley's body, dead across the table. In which Voldemort is dosed with amortentia, and nothing is better for it.

Completed, terrifying... and gorgeous.

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds https://archiveofourown.org/works/22380079

Shrike: A songbird with a sharply hooked bill, known for their habit of catching insects and small vertebrates and impaling their bodies on thorns, the spikes on barbed-wire fences, or any available sharp point. A young Harry Potter survives an attack by notorious serial killer Voldemort. Over a decade later, they meet again.

Lads I'm so desperate for an update from this fic that I might cry if I think about it for too long. I keep saying it and I'll say it again; this is one of those fics with amazing potential that are sure to never disappoint no matter what path they take. An incredibly hard rec.

To Raise a Servant by bluegrass https://archiveofourown.org/works/19780816

Tom had found the boy amidst pouring rain. He figured he'd always wanted a pet snake.

Surprisingly not quite as dark as the summary makes it seem? I certainly enjoyed it, though, and that's why it's on this list.

What He Grows To Be by Severus_divides_into_H https://archiveofourown.org/works/19042240

Tom Riddle is a frightening coil of darkness, cruelty, and greatness, and changing him is Harry’s only hope for saving people he loves. Going back in time, he takes Tom from the orphanage, but his optimism shatters with every year they spend together. Tom still longs for darkness. Tom stifles him in his possessiveness. Tom is fixated on him to the point of destroying the world just to keep him. But Harry loves him. And the future changes.

Beautiful. And absolutely terrifying. I've started crying mid-scene at least three times for this fic, and it honestly seems unfathomable if you haven't read it if you're on my profile, since I think this is one of the fics that have shaped my style and ambitions. It is what I aspire to be.

[bestiesenpai]

Inamorata - Sukuna

You have no idea how much I like this idea lol ya know the meme ‘i got a boyfriend, yeah he kills people he’s crazy’ this is exactly what went through my head with this. Femme reader, I went for a...Sukuna is his own person and not attached to Itadori kind of thing? Like just a stand-alone demon. I had probably way too much fun writing this and would be down to write more for this concept

Content warnings: killing/murder/homicide choose your preferred noun, a little yandere?, size difference and Sukuna is in his four armed form, uhmm there’s a knife(main use to cut open readers palm in the beginning) and also licking blood from said wound, violence/gore at the end

Apparently there was a demon on the loose. From what you’d read on online forums and heard through the whispers of older people on the train, there was a foreboding presence terrorizing the city, preying on the weak and helpless and hoping to take over the world.

There were blurry photos and horrible sketches of what the creature supposedly looked like and the form it took, but none of them seemed to match up. The tattoos on the face and body were always off, the amount of muscle and the stature of the creature were all different depending on who you went to.

Which is why you decided, against all better judgement, to go looking for him. All the stories you’d heard about the demon, the kind of creature it was centuries ago in its prime, had intrigued you. With the mystique and terror surrounding this demon, you’d be a fool not to try and get a peek for yourself.

At first you’d tried a summoning circle, clearing a large space in your bedroom and drawing intricate patterns on the floor in hopes of his arrival. That method quickly turned futile as no demon ever came - but now you probably had a few ghosts watching you sleep at night.

The second method was to try and make a pact with the devil himself, slicing open your palm and dripping blood onto the pages of old scriptures. Attempting to sell your soul had worked even less than the first method and all you had to show for it was a bandage around your hand for two weeks.

“I’ll definitely see him now.” You mumbled to yourself, walking straight to where the demon was seen most: the red light district. Walking past bright neon signs and nearly naked women in shop windows, you took a peek into every alleyway you came across.

“Hey pretty lady, what’re you looking for?” A rough, scratchy voice sounded behind you as you walked past the umpteenth alleyway of the night.

“What do you think?” Not looking over your shoulder, you kept walking. The voice, while sounding absolutely disgusting, didn’t belong to a demon and therefore not worth your time.

“I think you’re looking for trouble.” Curling his fingers around your arm, the man you were trying to ignore snatched you back, making you stumble and fall into his chest. The nasty scent of body odor and cigarettes was wafting off the man, making you worry that his stench would cling to you for days.

“Not the kind you’re talking about.” Pushing away from him, you furiously wiped off your clothes. Looking this man in the face irritated you, he was wasting his time and you knew exactly what his intentions were.

“Don’t play so hard to get!” Forcing a less than charming smile on his face, the man made the move to grab you again.

“Don’t touch me!” Slapping his hands away, you took generous steps back from him. “You’re getting in the way of my search.”

“Search?” Quirking a brow at you, the man took a moment to think before his brows rose in surprise. “You’re looking for Sukuna, aren’t you?”

“That’s his name?” You’d never heard his name before, only seeing some people refer to him as a four armed creature from hell.

“Yup, and I’ve seen him a couple times.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the man smirked triumphantly. “You could say he and I have a kind of friendly relationship.”

“Do you now?” Your eyes trailed up from the man to the dark alleyway behind him where two glowing red eyes emerged.

“Oh yeah, Sukuna’s a great guy! Even offered to give me a position in his little army.” The more he spoke the brighter the eyes got and the fuzzy outline of a gigantic body was starting to take shape.

“His little army?” Slowly taking steps back as the figure came forward, you barely had time to react before the man was snatched up by two giant hands and yanked backwards. Lifting him into the air, it wasn’t long before a mouth with gleaming sharp teeth opened up and swallowed him whole.

As the eyes drew their attention back to you, a nervous laugh left your chest that you couldn’t force to stop. Every step you took back was now accompanied by a step forward from the creature until it fully left the alleyway and you saw exactly what you were dealing with.

Right in front of you, in full form and glory, was the demon you’d been searching for. The scrawling black tattoos along his entire body, the four arms, pink hair, second set of eyes and his impossibly muscular physique - all of it was exactly like you’d been hoping for.

“Hello, pretty little thing.” His voice boomed despite being relatively quiet, a slight echo to the deep timbre. It was almost melodic in a way, somehow soothing your racing heart just slightly.

“S-sukuna?” You squeaked out, back meeting the brick wall of a building.

“That would be me.” Chuckling as he stopped a few feet from you, Sukuna crossed his secondary arms and looked down upon you. The sheer height and width of his body easily dwarfed yours, your head only barely reaching his ribcage.

Your eyes couldn’t stay in one place as you looked at Sukuna. There was too much to take in and you could feel yourself quickly becoming overwhelmed trying to commit every detail to memory.

“You’re…” Licking your lips nervously, you could only meet his eyes for a moment before settling on the mark on his forehead. “You’re wearing womens clothes.” Tied around his waist and hanging off his legs was indeed a womens kimono, a surprising pristine white shade.

“That’s what you decide to say at our first meeting?” An echoing laugh bellowed from him and Sukuna shook his head, running one hand through his hair.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just...they never mentioned it online.” It felt a little silly to be explaining yourself to him when at any moment Sukuna could eat you like he did that man and you would have no way of stopping him.

“Little thing, I have a question for you.” Fixing you with a suddenly sharp stare, Sukuna lowered his brow and bent down, placing two arms above your head and two at your side, trapping you in against the wall with no possible outs.

“Yes?” Pinching your eyes closed, you held your breath as you waited for the inevitable bite of his teeth around.

“Are you scared?” Sukuna whispered, his breath fanning out over the top of your head.

“Yes.” It would be a lie to say no and you had nothing to lose by telling the truth. Sukuna’s eyes bore into you, the weight of his stare physically making your back bow.

“What did you think of me eating that man just now? Was that terrifying for you?”

“No.” Sukuna took a pause at your answer and although you couldn’t see it, his brow furrowed for a fraction of a second.

“What did you feel then? Surely you must have thought it was horrible.”

“N-not really.” Slowly cracking one eye open, you looked up at Sukuna, almost breaking your neck from having to stare directly above you. “I was actually quite happy you did that. He was getting on my nerves.”

The barking laugh that left Sukuna’s mouth made you flinch and throw your hands in the air. It was so loud it seemed to vibrate your entire body and a few windows on the building behind you shook from the force.

“You’re telling me you liked me killing that guy?” Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, Sukuna held you up in the air, eye level to him. You nodded, pitifully kicking your legs out to try and get back to solid ground. “Aren’t you a messed up little thing?” Still laughing, Sukuna took a proper once over of your body. “Pretty, but messed up.”

“P-please let me go!” You whimpered, hands desperately clutching Sukuna’s to try and not fall out of your clothes and onto the ground.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like how I hold you?” Shaking you for good effect, Sukuna smirked wildly at your scared little squeaks. “Tell me your name.”

“It’s (Y/N)!” Shouting into the air, you felt relief flood into you as Sukuna finally lowered you back to the ground and his hands released you.

“(Y/N)?” Sounding it out on his tongue, Sukuna shrugged to himself. “I like ‘little thing’ better.”

“I’m only little compared to you.” Fixing your clothes, you tried to regain your breath and stop your body from shaking so violently.

“So, what’s a creature like you doing out so late at night here? It’s not safe for a human like you to roam around these parts.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Me? You were looking for me?” Sukuna snorted, waving his hand dismissively at you. “A human like you looking for me? I’ve really seen it all.”

“It’s true!” Pulling out your phone, you quickly showed him all the data you’d compiled on him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Sukuna! I did a summoning circle, I’ve looked in hundreds of online forums - I even tried to make a deal with the devil!” Showing him the mark that was still healing on your palm, the fear that was in your body was slowly trickling out and being replaced with- hope? Excitement? It was hard to say, but as Sukuna grasped your hand between two fingers and looked at your palm, it would be wrong to say it was a negative emotion you felt.

“You really did all that for me?” His voice was much softer now but it still sounded like he was mocking you. Smoothing the pad of one finger across your palm, he felt the ridges of your palm and the wound.

“I did. I find you really fascinating and I- I just wanted to learn more about you.” You faltered when he looked at you, a fierce heat overtaking your cheeks at admitting out loud that you’d been looking for a demon because you found him interesting.

“Are you perhaps interested in me?” A smirk tugged one side of Sukuna’s lip up and he chuckled when your expression only grew more flustered. “Oh little thing, you’re more messed up than I thought.”

“Will you tell me more about yourself? Please?” The words tumbled out of your mouth desperately as you let Sukuna stretch out your arm and grasp your hand more firmly. He didn’t answer you or even acknowledge that you’d spoken, instead grazing the tip of one long sharp nail along the line of the cut.

“I find myself liking you more and more, why is that?” Sukuna’s tone sounded like he was addressing himself as he spoke aloud, turning your hand every which way as he kept scraping his nail against your palm. “Were you my lover in the past, back when I reigned as the ruler of this whole land?”

Racking your brain to try and remember any information on Sukuna potentially having a lover, you were ripped back to reality when Sukuna dug his nail into your skin, reopening the cut and making blood flow freely.

“Ow!” You couldn’t yank your arm out of his grasp and you watched in mild horror as Sukuna lowered himself to your hand, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth and drag across your skin. His tongue quickly became coated in dark red blood, his saliva starting to mingle with your blood.

“You taste so familiar, you must have been mine.” Lapping up your blood now, Sukuna didn’t stop until he could tell you were starting to get weak from blood loss. The lower half of his face was now covered in red, smeared across his skin like paint.

“Sukuna, that’s gross.” The mumble slipped from your delirious mind, making him laugh as he waved a hand over the cut and made it go away. Slipping your hand from his grasp it was like there had never been a mark there in the first place.

“A human telling me what’s gross?” Licking his face clean, Sukuna grinned down at you. The longer he looked at you the longer memories of a past you returned to his mind. The irresistible draw he felt to come to you tonight had been the same one that called to him centuries ago, making you the center of his otherwise cruel and empty world.

Placing two hands on the wall behind you, Sukuna leaned over you once more, this time grasping your chin and turning your face up to him. The saliva that had mixed with your blood had also given you new memories of the past as well, and as you looked at Sukuna you remembered all the things the two of you had done together.

“So, my pet, what shall we do first?”

Sukuna ended up carrying you home, having you tucked inside his kimono as he leaped on rooftops across the city. Opening your bedroom window, Sukuna shoved his body through, having to make himself slightly smaller to fit inside the house.

“Are you uh, hungry?” Standing awkwardly in the middle of your bedroom as Sukuna sat on your bed, you weren’t quite sure what to do now.

“I could eat.” Laying fully back on your bed, it creaked and groaned as Sukuna rested his weight on it. The thought of offering to take him to the kitchen came and went quickly in your head; just getting him into your room was a hard enough task.

Fixing him and yourself a quick meal, as soon as you were done eating Sukuna picked you up and rested you on his abdomen. Even after shrinking himself down your legs were still stretched as wide as possible in hopes of wrapping around his waist.

“As the memories of you return, I realize how much I’ve missed you, my pretty little thing.” Petting down your back, Sukuna looked at you fondly. Propped up on two of his arms, he could stare directly at your tiny body sitting atop him.

“What kind of memories do you have?” So far, the only thing you could seem to recall were memories of a more sexual nature. One’s of you and Sukuna wrapped up in each other's arms, both of his cocks stuffed inside you as you begged to cum.

“I remember giving you the world, whatever you wanted was yours for the taking.” The look in Sukunas eyes was surprisingly soft and you could feel the love coming out from him.

“Whatever I wanted?” Repeating the words, your mouth hung open slightly at all the possible things you could get.

“The world may exist to serve me, but I exist to serve you.” Fully sitting up, Sukuna held you against him as he leaned down, lips grazing your forehead. “What do you want, (Y/N)? I can get you anything in the world, I can do anything in the world.”

“Kill for me.” The whisper that left your lips was almost too quiet for even yourself to hear. But Sukuna nodded, having heard you perfectly. Your words made his body thrum with excitement and his nerves were on edge.

“Kill for you?” He repeated, kissing you on the forehead. The fingers that held you closely dug into your sides and if Sukuna wasn’t careful he could crush you completely.

“You love me, don’t you?” There was just the slightest hint of worry in your voice. What if you were overestimating your power over Sukuna? He could say no or even kill you himself.

“You have no idea what the things my love for you will do.”

Although it pained him to do so, Sukuna left you once the sun began to rise. He had other things to attend to, temples that worshipped him as a god to visit. Promising to see you once dusk began to settle over the sky, Sukuna leapt from your window and into the horizon.

“You came back.” Even though he swore up and down he’d come back, it still shocked you to see him back on your bed once it hit a certain time of night.

“Of course I did.” Sukuna almost seemed hurt you would question him. Holding out a hand, as soon as you grasped one of his fingers he pulled you to him and nestled your body into his side. “Did you do what I asked?”

“The list is in my pocket.” Before leaving, Sukuna had told you to make a list of all the people you wanted him to kill for you. The list had started out short, just a few people that had hurt you that you couldn’t let go of, and then it grew to others, politicians and corrupt people in the media.

“Quite impressive, little thing.” Reading over the list, Sukuna stood up. “Shall we go then?”

“Go whe-” As Sukuna threw open your bedroom window you were met with a strong gust of wind. “Sukuna, where are we going?” You asked him over the wind in your ears. Putting his upper arms into the sleeves of his kimono, he made sure you were nestled safely inside.

“We’re going to take care of the first person on your list.” Wrapping an arm around you, Sukuna jumped out of the window. Though this wasn’t your first time in this position, you hadn’t been fully cognizant when Sukuna took you home last night. Now, with a head clear and no lack of blood to distract you, you could see the lights of the city clearly as they whipped past you.

“It’s beautiful.” Carefully leaning forward, you gazed at the downtown area with all the flashing lights and swerving cars.

“If you say so.” Patting your hip, Sukuna pulled you back, resting your weight fully on his arm and clothes. He wouldn’t admit it, and despite knowing he would catch you in a millisecond, Sukuna didn’t want you to fall out and fall to the ground.

Coming upon the first persons house, he settled you on the ground outside. You were in a tightly knit residential area standing directly under a streetlight, with rows of houses that all looked similar. In a flash, Sukuna had broken into the house and grabbed the person you were after.

“This them?” With a tight grip on their ankle, Sukuna shook them side to side.

“Mhmm.” You didn’t need to look to know he’d gotten the right person, just the feeling you had around them was enough to confirm it.

“W-what’s going on here?!” They screamed, blood pooling in their head the longer they hung upside down.

“Don’t speak.” Sukuna barked, shaking them once again. “You don’t speak to her, or at all.” The person screamed again, a high pitched sound that quickly got shut off as Sukuna swung their body and smacked them against the ground. “I thought I told you to be quiet.”

For a moment you thought they’d died from how hard Sukuna hit them against the ground, but a small whimper and breathless gasps sounded from where their face was crushed against the pavement.

“Do you know why I’m here?” You whispered, standing over their motionless body. Rolling over onto their back, they shook their head and started to stammer. “If you can’t answer my question I don’t want you to make a sound.” Pressing your foot onto their throat, you flinched when their hands came up to try and claw you away.

“Don’t touch her.” Instantly pinning their arms down, Sukuna glowered. “How would you like me to do it?”

“Let me think.” Staring down into their glassy eyes, a million options went through your mind. Sukuna’s power was limitless, there was nothing he couldn’t do. If you asked him to throw their body into outer space, he would do it in a heartbeat. “Rip them limb from limb. You can eat them if you’d like.”

“As you wish.” A sick grin curled Sukuna’s lip and he drug their body across the ground until they were directly underneath him.

“(Y/N) wait! W-wait please!” Their shrill cries fell on deaf ears, and the sound of the first limb being torn off their body was something you could get used to. “Oh- oh my god, my leg!”

“God I wish you’d shut up.” You kept your eyes on the person's face, refusing to look at where blood squirted generously from their now missing extremity.

“Allow me.” With the swipe of one claw Sukuna gouged out their throat. Hot, bright red blood spilled out onto the pavement, pooling and almost making it to where you stood. Throwing one leg into his mouth, Sukuna used a non-bloody hand to lift you up and place you onto a brick wall.

“Thank you.” Giving him a gentle smile, you now had a front row seat to Sukuna ripping apart this person's body and slowly devouring them. There was a mess of blood coating Sukuna’s skin, far more blood than when he had drunk yours.

As you watched Sukuna eat this person, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. It felt good to get justice in your own way for how this person wronged you. After being told to let it go, try and move and let time heal the wound, you could finally get closure the way you wanted.

“All done?” You asked once the last piece of their body was consumed. Standing up to his full height, Sukuna still looked down at you. The blood on his skin began to sizzle off, evaporating into the air and leaving the pungent smile of iron behind.

“Have I made you happy?” He responded, cupping your face and lightly squishing your cheeks. Smiling proudly, a warm flush washed over your face the longer you and Sukuna looked at each other.

“Yes, very.” Nuzzling into his palm and kissing it, you let out a breathless laugh as Sukuna did the same.

“I’m happy to please you.” Kissing you on the top of the head, Sukuna pulled out the list and crossed out the first name. “Shall we go to the others now?”

[fluffywolverine]

so season 6 of lucifer came out.

there were some things that i liked, but generally i hated it. i believe that was SUCH. BAD. WRITING and it left me frustrated. so i decided to write down all things that pissed me off and sometimes i try to fix this by giving other ideas that – in my opinion – would have made the story better. Check my points out and feel free to add your points of view. without further ado: let’s talk.

- imma start with the big one – fucking time travel. ok I generally hate this trope in the media, because it’s complicated and often leads to some logical mistakes – and they happened here. so rory time travels because of her anger which was caused… by her anger?? i think this was unnecessary. it also brings trouble with this whole free will vs. fate discourse. lucifer says, that he chooses free will… but at the same time he goes the path of his fate. he disappears from rory’s life, because he HAS TO in order of the events of the season to happen. just because he chose to do it, doesn’t mean it’s free will.

- lucifer becomes the very thing he desperately didn’t want to become. “bUt It WaS fOr ThE gReAtEr GoOd” screw this bullshit, if writers wanted to make it better, they could have easily do so. they could have altered the rules of time travel so that his choice of staying could have resulted in rory disappearing. yes, that would have been heart-breaking, but it would have been a great lesson for lucifer, that he can’t make the same mistakes his father did.

- chloe and Lucifer get a child without even talking about it. “bUt MaYbE tHeY tAlKeD aBoUt It We JuSt DiDn’T sEe It” you may say. but the point of writing anything  - whether it’s a book or a script – is to show any thing that matters. and talking about having kids is one of the most things any couple should do. also not every couple needs to have kids and forcing deckerstar to have it feels so far-fetched. this thread was very unnecessary.

- rory herself is a big problem. to begin with – she wanted to KILL her FATHER. i get her frustration, but commiting a murder?? just because he wasn’t there for her?? I would have thought that chloe taught her better, taught her that, like, killing people is bad. turns out she did not. secondly… she just isn’t necessary here. i elaborate later so in conclusion – her thread could be altered with michael’s and it would have made much more sense. i also don’t like the actress (why was she blinking so much??) so i certainly didn’t help.

- of course ella has to end up with a boyfriend. because earlier she always ended up with “bad boys” and now, without any help, she is just able to have a healthy relationship! yay! for me this creates a toxic view, that in order to be happy one HAS TO be in a relationship, because being alone is aLwAyS bAd. well, it’s not.

- i also have troubles with lucifer starting up a foundation for her. firstly, he didn’t ask her. secondly it – AGAIN – shows, that anything good ella got, was because of another man. firstly because of her relationship with carol, secondly because of lucifer’s idea. it could have been so easily altered! there could have been a scene of a conversation e.g. with amenadiel where she expressed a will to do better and be better for someone (given that she sees a lot of dark in herself). amenadiel could have then told her, that she is an inspiration and that it is her biggest strength. that could have been where ella came up with an idea to start a foundation blah blah – it’s just a rough idea but I believe that written well, it could have been so much better;

- and the last thing about ella – of course she had to find out about celestial stuff because sHe WaS tHe OnLy OnE rEmAiNiNg. umm what about trixie? i'll come back to her later. ella was portrayed as the only one believing in god and having her seeing that he really exists ruins the concept of faith. it’s not about knowing something exists, it’s about believing in it.

- WHERE THE FUCK IS MICHAEL. i must admit that i loved this character AND I CAN’T STAND HOW AWFULLY HE WAS TREATED HERE. so at the end of season 5 lucifer says “everyone deserves a second chance, even you michael". and what does he do then? COMMANDS HIS TWIN TO CLEAR THE FLOOR IN HELL. yes, i agree that michael should have been punished for his rebellion plan, but… he already has his wing cut off. now he’s stuck in hell, with no way out and is he supposed to learn his lesson? this is cruel. instead of this the entire season could have been centred on him – his journey to self-acceptance, learning how manipulating someone is toxic and starting to realise how to be a better person. at the end he could have become god (because amenadiel is such an obvious choice), which would create a beautiful connection – michael in heaven and his twin in hell.

- lucifer doesn’t feel like being god and that’s cool. damn. people died for him to win this place and he’s like “actually you know guys i’m not the right person bye”. while i believe that anyone should step out if they have a reason, but at the same time lucifer should have faced any consequences of his decisions. falling frog and kool aid in the river are not enough.

- adam’s plot feels just quickly sketched, not actually written. i really appreciate this take on toxic masculinity but it all felt too fast-paced. it’s good that they show this idea of “strong and not-showing-any-feelings man” kind of attitude, but it is impossible for ANYONE (especially The ManTM) to change their mind in a matter of a few days. it takes weeks, months, years even, especially given that adam is like a gazillion years old, he should have especially taken a long time to process this.

- carol is just too pure to exist. he’s also one of the most boring, plain and one-dimensional character i’ve ever seen. i feel like they gave him a problem with alcohol because the writers were like “hmmmmm he has to have some weakness. LET’S MAKE HIM AN ALCOHOLIC”. we don’t see any signs of his everyday struggle, why did he fell into this problem, how did struggle. it just feels like a dull plot device to show that he has flaws. oh and also he’s so pure that he doesn’t mind ella BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE. acceptance should have boundaries and violating someone’s personal space isn’t right.

- why did they forget about trixie again? yes, i know that scarlett estevez had another project but this does not justify the bad writing. the girl lost her father and we only see her crying once because of that. no signs of this affecting her everyday life, not showing any consequences of her relationships with other people, not  glimpse of any change in her behaviour. oh and also she loses lucifer too because time travel! great idea, writers! losing another close to her person would have been soooooo good for her psychic for sure.

- i also hate the idea that suddenly rory becomes the only child they care for. where is trixie when they spend their day on the beach? where is she when her mother dies? did writers forget about her as well as they did about michael?

- amenadiel being a police officer is… problematic. i was looking forward to this thread, i was kinda scared too and it turned out… meh. i’m white and not American, so this of course does not involve me at all, but i felt like this was not enough. harris basically said that there is nothing they can do to make it better for black folks. even though chloe and amenadiel want to make everything more just, we don’t actually see any change. the only thing is that harris becomes a detective (right? i’m not sure if i understood it correctly, so correct me if i’m wrong, please) which is a total contradiction of what she said before. suddenly she does not have to protect people anymore?

- in season 5 they stated that heaven and hell need to be fixed, as the system is unfair and unjust. at the end we don’t see any change, the only thing that is different is lucifer helping damned souls. it doesn’t help at all! these people still go to hell, they still suffer and there’s nothing that changed here! plus there is also this thing, that a sociopath who murdered people in cold blood goes to heaven (because he does not feel any guilt) and a person abused by her parents/partner/whoever goes to hell (because have been manipulated to feel guilt).

- dan making amends with trixie while… there wasn’t really anything to make amends about. like, most of the parents make mistakes while upbringing their children, but does this make them unworthy of heaven? i would have preferred dan to slowly regain his self-consciousness, how he positively affected the lives of people around him and by doing so – through conversations or maybe reliving some of the memories, he could have proved to himself that he is worthy of love and redemption.

phew, what a ride. i really liked dan being reunited with charlotte (it went just as i imagined) and mazeve dynamics. i even felt like they are finally a real life relationship – with people hurting each other by not understanding each other, but then talking and seeing other’s perspective. generally though, i’m very disappointed.

sorry for any mistakes, lacking commas etc. writing a text this long in not my native language was not easy.

[oleksiak-pettersson]

Art of Love (4+1) - Elias Pettersson

this from my old blog (oh-holy-alien). I want no drama, just to write.

i. the sexy selfie

The pandemic had been good for one thing at least, it had provided you time to truly find your artistic freedom. In addition, you’d found time to make art for you. You’d seen videos going around of girls making cute paintings based off of their nudes.

You’d thought this was the cutest thing ever. The way different colours could highlight the beauty of the human body. It thrilled you to watch these beautiful paintings come to fruition in videos.

You’re lounging on your bed, scrolling through TikTok. Elias had gone out to get lunch with Chris and Troy, leaving you to amuse yourself for the afternoon.

You got up, growling in your stomach motivating you to do more than just lay there in bed. You catch your reflection in the mirror. You look pretty cute today. Just a lace thong and a bra adorn your body and yet you feel crazy powerful.

That’s when it hits you, you scramble for your phone and pose in a sexy way. You take a couple of selfies, specifically in positions you know get Elias going. You giggle happily as you look through them.

They turned out all beautifully, you have trouble choosing just one to turn into a piece of art. If you had the wall space, you’d make them all into paintings. You don’t have the space though, at least not in your public rooms. Your secret hidden ‘love nest’ as Elias had dubbed it, had a lot of wall space.

But for now, you chose your favourite picture. You manage to scarf down the quick lunch you had made before making your way to the backyard shed where Elias made you a painting office.

You sketch out your picture on your canvas, delicately tracing the edges and curves of your body. It’s about an hour before you’ve finished the outline.

“Hi, back from lunch,” Elias says, sticking his head in the door. He smiles softly at you, bent over your desk and face concentrating.

“Hey, babe!” You look up from your work and smile sweetly. Your glasses are perched low on your face. “How was lunch?”

“Good should have ice time next week.” He’s trying to peak at your work, always your biggest fan.

“That’s good,” you brush a stray hair out of your face. “I should be done soon.”

He nods, before leaving you to your business. You know for a fact that he’ll be turning on the basketball game and settling into the couch, beer in hand.

You smile at his retreating form, turning back to the outline on your canvas. You’ve got your thermal zones perfectly outlined, so you turn to your paints and prep them.

You begin with your smallest areas, painting them red. You outline the red with orange, then yellow. It’s starting to come together. The blue is your final colour, and you smile at the beautiful body you’ve created on canvas. You take your black paint and do the background as well as your bra and underwear.

You smile as you look over your work. You leave it in your shed to dry.

You smirk, sneaking up behind Elias who as predicted, is watching the basketball game. You place your hands on his shoulders.

He looks up at you, a smile growing on his face.

“Is your team winning, baby?” You smile, hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

“Yes, but it’s just the first quarter of the game.” He places his beer on the coffee table.

You walk around the front of the couch to curl up in his lap. His hands grip your body to him, but he’s gone back to paying attention to the tv.

Your hand finds its way into his hair, you scratch at his scalp like he’s a cat. He preens a little at the action, he may seem closed off but really he’s a PDA whore.

“I made you something,” you whisper during a commercial break.

“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, smiling. Elias loves your art. You may be his biggest fan but he is certainly yours.

“Come out to the shed and see for yourself.” You smirk, breaking from his hold and sauntering sexily out of reach.

He hums approvingly, “you’re going to kill me one day.” But nonetheless, he gets up from the couch and follows you.

“You say that now but wait until you see what I made you.” You giggle, reaching back to take his hand and tug him along quicker.

You stop him outside of the shed. “Stay here, and close your eyes please.”

He obeys, standing quietly, eyes closed. You sneak into the shed, looking down at the work of art. It’s dry and you can’t help but grin at how it turned out. Elias is going to die!

You exit the shed quickly, he stands there eyes still closed. You stand before him, the picture displayed.

“Open your eyes!” You try to thrust the painting towards him.

His eyes open and his jaw goes slack. He sputters over himself, staring down at the beautiful work of art. He gulps loudly and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. Elias can feel his pants tightening as he looks at the painting of your nude.

He looks around, making sure that none of your nosey neighbours can see the lewd drawing.

He pulls it into his chest, cradling it from the outside world.

“Do you like it?” You ask, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.

“Älskling, I love it.” He looks at you, straining from jumping your bones right now. “Jag alskar dig.”

“Love you too, bub.” You smile.

Elias moves the canvas to look again. His jaw tightens and you can see the wheels in his head spinning. Suddenly the painting drops to his side, he’s got a one-handed grip on it. The other hand comes to grab your wrist and drags you into the house.

“Where are we going?” You giggle.

“Bedroom.”

ii. the roll-around canvas

Elias couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he showed you the photos of his celebrations from his season in Sweden pre-NHL.

The pictures were really something to marvel at too. Your boyfriend, covered in gold paint. It was sexy on a whole other level.

There was an arousing element to the photos, sure they show your cute boyfriend back in pubescent days but you can’t help but drool slightly.

“So was your whole body painted gold?” You ask, silky and seductive.

Elias’ eyebrows furrow, he clearly can’t hear the tone in your voice as he looks at you confused. “What do you mean?”

You scoot on the couch closer to him, pushing his laptop to the coffee table as you brush your hands over his pants, caressing the bulge of his crotch slightly. “Did you paint every part of your body?” You smirk, lips ghosting against the skin of his neck.

He pants slightly, moving to let your touch envelop him. But with the gold picture in the corner of your eye, you get an idea. You pull away abruptly and Elias whines, mouth pulling into a pout.

“I’ve got an idea.” You say, eyes not leaving the computer screen.

“But we were going to,” Elias starts, trying to move back into your arms.

“Oh we will, but we’ve got something to do first.” You smirk, standing up to grab your purse.

“What are you doing?” Elias groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of the couch. His hand rests on his pelvis, trying to discreetly alleviate the pressure he’s feeling down there.

“We’ve got to go get some stuff.” You reply, already pulling on your converse.

“Sex stuff?” Elias asks, head craned back to look at you.

“I mean kind of,” You say, adjusting your purse over your shoulder. “Can you please just get ready?”

---

Elias idly follows you around Micheal’s, its not his first time coming with you. He’s pushing the cart, he’s used to going through every single aisle to fulfill your crafting needs. But today has been a hastier trip than normal, you dragged him straight to the paint stuff.

You grab a large Canvas, putting it in the cart and ignoring Elias’ confused look you turn back to the paint supplies. You grab a large tube of green paint, holding it out towards Elias.

“What colours should we do with green?” You ask, inspecting the other colours.

Elias lets go of the cart and joins you in looking at the other colours. He puts his hands on his hips, clearly thinking this over thoroughly. It makes you giggle.

“Why do we need the paint?” He asks as he bends down to grab a royal blue in one hand and a pumpkin orange in the other.

“You’ll see,” you grab a golden sparkly shade and put it in the cart, only to notice the death glare your boyfriend is shooting you. “You’re going to like this I promise.”

You move into his embrace, tilting your head up and getting on your tippy toes to passionately press a kiss to his lips. His arms wrap around you, under your butt to pull you up higher so no one is straining to meet in the middle.

He finally puts you down when he remembers where you are. Elias notices what is clearly a fan attempting to take discreet photos of the two of you make out. The guy is wearing a Canucks cap, so Elias decides to let you continue on.

“I’m just going to go talk to that fan babe.” Elias starts walking over to the guy while you make your way to the next aisle.

You’re grabbing a tarp when Elias rejoins you. He gives you a look for the tarp, he wants to ask so badly but he knows you won’t give him the answers just yet.

He takes back the captaincy of the cart and guides you to the checkout

——

You’ve arrived back home and are in the middle of setting up everything in the ‘love nest’. You’ve got the canvas set up on the floor and the tarp underneath it.

Your chosen paint colours are laid out beside the set up canvas. You’d taken the wooden frame out from the canvas, making it easier to be able to move on top of.

“Okay Elias, you can come in.” You stick your head out the door, he’s leaning against the wall.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing now?” He asks, as he watches you begin to strip. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Firstly, get naked,” you demand as you grab some paint. “We’re going to have sex on the canvas.”

“What’s that going to do?” He asks as he begins to strip down.

“We’re going to cover each other in paint then cover the canvas with it.” You say, rubbing green paint down your chest.

“Oh, we do need something new to hang over the couch.”

You laugh as you help him slather on paint. He leads you over to the canvas. He lays you down softly on the slightly rough surface. It’s an odd sensation against your back but you barely think about it as Elias slots himself between your legs. He’s on his knees and he leans over you, pulling your mouth towards his.

Your lips meet feverishly, his lips are plump against yours and his hands cage you against the canvas. You wrap your arms around his body to pull him flush against you.

The orange on his chest mingles with the gold of yours, your hands stretch out against the canvas, slipping slightly leaving a blue streak down the canvas.

“Gotta be in you.” Elias growls, pulling away slightly to adjust his body.

The head of his cock bumps against your clit and you cry out. He enters your slowly, eyes burning into yours as he goes.

“Oh baby.” You cry, sitting up to chase his lips.

You’re perched in his lap as he thrusts up into you. Both sets of your hands are splayed across the canvas.

“Fuck älskling.” Elias pulls out of you, directing you onto your hands and knees.

He pushes back in and starts to buck his hips at a neck breaking speed. Your cheek rests against the canvas, as your arms give out. You can’t help but cry Elias’ name. He moans loudly in an attempt to respond.

You can feel your breasts bouncing along the canvas, Elias pulls you to the side.

You’re spooning now and he pulls one of your legs up into the air. It gives him better access and his hand that’s not gripping your hip against the canvas grabs at your breasts.

“Fuck okay,” he growls, pulling his cock out of you. He smirks devilishly at the cry that leaves your mouth.

He lays back and pulls you by your hips to get on top of him. You brace your hand against his chest and push yourself up on your knees. You grab Elias’ cock and guide it toward your pussy. Before you let go, you gives him an extra squeeze.

As you slide down his length, both your mouths fall open. You press your mouth against his, his tongue fights yours in a battle for dominance.

His hand comes down with force against your ass and you cry into his mouth. You’re rocking back and forth as quick as you can.

He keeps pawing at your ass, rubbing the stinging part. You cum with a cry, squeezing around him. Elias moans, he picks you up and without pulling himself from you, he flips you over.

He thrusts slowly, pace becoming slower. He’s teasing you now, trying to get a second orgasm out of you before the first has even finished. His hand goes to your clit, rubbing and pushing. You can feel another orgasm crashing through your body and Elias begins to bite at your neck. He finds that hot spot of skin that drives you nuts and the second orgasm comes quickly.

Elias cums as you do, loud and long. He rests for a second, hovering above you. His hands are beside your head and he smiles down at you.

“We should probably shower.” He laughs, his eyes crinkle as he looks down on you. His hair is falling in his face and you want to tug on his chain to pull you to him.

“I guess. But I’m warm and cozy.” You whine, trying to pull his shoulders so he lowers himself down to you.

He laughs and pulls out of you. You cry out at the loss, pouting as he stands up. Elias picks you up.

“Canvas turned out good,” he smirks, hands wandering a little too much.

“That it did!” You smile, looking over his shoulder at it as he carries you to the bathroom.

“Going to be gorgeous over the couch.”

iii. the favourite song

It was your three year anniversary, and this year you’d decided to make each other gifts.

This was going to be no problem for you. You’re artistically gifted! And yet, you have zero ideas. You wish that you could be hit by the genius of inspiration, but like a writer you’ve got hit by the block.

You’re scrolling through the internet when your phone rings.

“Hello?” You ask, balancing your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you continue to look at your computer screen.

“Hey babe!” Holly’s voice replies, chirpy and light. “Still stuck on what to make Elias for the anniversary?”

“You have no idea. If I see one more stupid idea about origami stars or some shit,” you rant into the phone, “I’m going to scream.”

“I think Emma said something about a thing she found on tiktok.” Holly says and there’s shuffling on the other end of the line. “I’ll send it to you. Good luck hun!”

The idea in question is pretty clever. You take the glass from a photo frame and trace a Spotify song outline. Pretty easy, then put a cute photo of the two of you in the place where the album art goes.

Luckily, you do have a spare picture frame or two lying around. Ready and at your disposal. The hardest part was finding a good suitable song to express how Elias really made you feel.

You’d had a photo picked out and ready. It was a beautiful candid Brock had snapped while you and Elias had visited him this summer. You’re wrapped in Elias’ arms while he smiles down at you and you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. The fire crackling before you and the moonlight in the background made it all more magical as a captured photo.

You had the photo displayed on your laptop, an attempt to find inspiration as you search through the Spotify playlist Elias made you. Finally you stumble across the perfect song.

It seems silly that you hadn’t thought of it already! It was so simple and it had been in front of you already.

You smiled before gathering up your supplies and heading out to your she-shed. You smile down at Elias, whose head pops out from his own office.

“Got inspired babe?” He asks, clearly holding the door shut to hide something from you.

“Sure did!” You stop to press a kiss against his lips and sneakily attempt to peak at what he’s so evidently hiding.

He laughs, but accepts the quick peck happily, before letting one arm out from behind the door to push you on your way.

Once in your own shed, you sort out the proper materials. Turning on the printer you prep the right print out for tracing.

It’s not hard, you tape the paper behind the glass pane. Then you begin to trace the lines and symbols for the song.

You take your photo and modge-podge it onto the back, perfectly straight.

It turned out beautiful.

——

“Present time now?” Elias asks, the plate before him empty.

You laugh, the candle light making his excited face even more cute than normal. “Sure babe. You can have yours first.”

You grab the blue gift paper wrapped rectangle from the counter. You hug it to your chest quickly before handing it to him.

The smile on his face grows as he grabs the gift. He’s practically vibrating from excitement. Elias loves getting gifts from you. You know him better than anyone else and always manage to nail it with whatever you get it.

The paper is ripped off and he looks in awe at the delicate frame. His favourite picture of the two of you was used as the album art for his favourite song, Good Life by OneRepublic.

“Käresta, it’s beautiful.” Elias is tearing up, “Jag alskar dig.”

“Love you too honey,” you smile, tearing solely because he is tearing up. “It’s definitely a good life, you know. I get to love you.”

“That was cheesy.” He laughs.

iv. the body imprint

Some of the things you found on TikTok were just the best. Recently, the latest trend was painting your body and sitting on a canvas to give it to your significant other.

At first, the trend had made you laugh. It was a silly thing, but then you remember the man-child you were dating and realized it was the perfect thing to make for Elias. Of course, you had managed to convince Quinn’s girlfriend Hanna and Brock’s girlfriend Rachel to do it with you.

It’s not as weird as it would seem as the three of you stand in your living room. Another tarp laid out along the ground under the canvas. The three of you are in nothing but tank tops and thong. Not weird at all, the three of you have been in less dressed states before.

“This is the weirdest thing we have ever done.” Hanna says, watching as you set up the paints and canvases.

“I don’t know about that. Emma’s bachelorette party in Vegas made us do a lot of weird stuff.” You reply, handing her a paintbrush.

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.” Rachel points out laughing from where she stands in front of her own canvas.

“Good point. Now who is going first?” You ask, pouring some paint on your palette.

“I guess I can,” Rachel says, almost defeated.

“You could sound a little more excited, you know?” You tease, sticking your paintbrush in the green paint.

“You’re about to paint my ass.” Rachel deadpans as Hanna laughs. “This is as excited as I’m going to get.”

Hanna dips her paint brush in the yellow paint. You hum along to the Abba playing throughout the living room, as you slowly lather Rachel’s ass and upper thighs with paint. Hanna takes the lower half of her legs. You let Rachel dip her hand in the paint, before leading her to the canvas. She sits the way you showed her. She giggles at the feeling of the paint.

“You can get up now.” Hanna laughs as Rachel stands up.

“Oh it turned out so good!” Rachel smiles at the imprint on the screen.

“If you want, you can go shower and then we can paint your outline.” You smile, directing her into the slippers you’d pre-set out before to ensure no paint prints on your carpet. “Your turn Han.”

You lather up the blue paint, before gliding the paintbrush along her body.

“This is weirdly intimate.” You joke, grabbing more paint.

“I’m oddly comfortable with you painting my body.” Hanna laughs, painting her hand as you continue with purple down her legs.

She moves towards the canvas as you finish up the paint and you help her down to sit perfectly on the canvas. The paint goes nicely on the canvas and you help Hanna back up. She slips into her slippers and grabs a paint brush to do you.

Your ass and upper thighs are painted orange, your lower legs get painted golden and you’re guided to the canvas. You sit down, one leg up and both hands back. The paint squished between your body and the canvas and you shiver at the feeling.

After a good few seconds, you get up from the canvas. You slip into your own slippers and head off to the ensuite bathroom you share with Elias.

——-

You return, freshly showered to find your friends waiting for you. They’re also freshly showered and everybody is no longer covered in paint.

“Okay so now we fill in the imprint.” You say, handing Rachel and Hanna their paint palettes and paint brushes.

They set off to work and so do you. You easily fill in the little spaces lacking proper colour coverage. It takes very little time to fill in the parts you need, and you hum along happily to the playlist Hanna had chosen while you showered.

“Well what now?” Rachel asks, she’s on her knees beside her canvas. She’s finished touching up the pieces she needs.

“The black outline and background, right?” Hanna inquires, trying to grab the black paint without getting up. She succeeds, and pour some on the white spaces of the canvas before handing it to Rachel.

——-

The three of you finish your projects way before the boys get home. You take time to relax on the couch waiting for the three men to return from practice.

You all scramble to grab the paintings when you hear a car pulling into the driveway.

You smile at your girlfriends as they sneak out into the front yard. Their paintings are wrapped in gift paper, they decided they didn’t want to show their boyfriends right away.

“Hi babe,” you smile, reaching for the remote to turn down the volume. “How was practice?”

He doesn’t even hear you. He’s staring at the painting. It’s leaning up against the wall behind you and Elias’ eyes bulge looking at it.

“Fuck.” Is the only word that falls out of his shocked mouth.

“Do you like it?” You smile coyly, standing up to wrap your arms around him.

He nods, accepting your touch.

“Made it just for you.” You whisper, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his neck.

“Bedroom, now,” he growls, eyes darkening significantly.

i. + Elias’ body imprint

He’s not a hundred percent sure why he’s doing this. Sure your body imprint was beautiful and is hanging in the love nest, but this might be crossing the line.

He looks towards Brock and Quinn who also look extremely unsure about this. If you asked Elias right now, he definitely would be unable to tell you whose idea it was. (He’s lying, it was definitely his).

Elias was definitely inspired by that time you two had sex on the canvas, and also he’d been on tiktok himself and saw some other dude do it.

“So like are we painting our dicks too?” Quinn asks apprehensively. The look on Quinn’s face screams that he doesn’t want to do what he just asked at all.

“Hell yeah we are.” Brock boisters.

Elias and Quinn share a look, both silently judging their friend who in any other life would've been the ideal frat boy house president.

“I mean it’s not like we shouldn’t.” Elias shrugs, “We should all be proud of our bodies.”

“Easy for you to say,” Quinn rolls his eyes, annoyed at the swede. “You’re fucking packing.”

“Hey so am I!” Brock yells from beside the canvas he’s set up.

“This conversation has turned into an actual dick measuring contest.” Elias mutters annoyed. “Just paint my ass please Brock.”

Brock nods his head and grabs the paint brush. Quinn stands and watches, the look of evident death on his face. Granted, he always looks like that, Elias thinks.

“Am I painting your dick too?” Brock looks slightly revolted, himbo attitude in full effect.

“No,” Elias shoots him a look. “Don’t even think about touching my dick. This is just art. I have to look at your dick enough at the rink, I’m not touching yours.”

Based on the Death Stare Brock was getting, he back offs, not before handing the paint brush to Elias.

Elias is finishing the paint on his body, as Brock and Quinn strip themselves down to do their own paintings. They begin to help the other paint their backsides.

The front door opening causes all three men to look at the door with wide eyed fear. You walk into your living room to three grown men covered in paint half naked.

“Uh, what are you guys doing?” You ask, somewhat unfazed. It’s not the weirdest thing you’ve ever walked into in your house.

“Body imprints.” Elias says so casually, you’d assume he does it daily.

“Okay. Uh, have fun I guess.” You say, backing your way into the kitchen.

Brock and Quinn stand there, paintbrushes in hand just staring jaw-opened at the empty space you’d previously occupied.

“Well, I can never look Y/N in the eyes again.” Brock says, but he doesn’t stop painting the areas he can reach on himself.

“She’s seen worse.” Elias says casually.

“What does that mean?” Quinn dares to question.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You reply, walking through the living room just watching Elias working on his painting. “Looks good babe!”

Elias smiles. He’s content to have finally made you something beautiful when you always make him the most beautiful art.